She Seemed Innocent Enough

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Turn out the lights, and come sit,” she said, lying down on my bed, still fully clothed, going through her purse. Probably for a condom, I supposed.

Why did girls always like it better with the lights off?

I took one more look at her before I did so. She was such an innocent-looking girl. And very beautiful. She looked at me with black doe-like eyes that seemed full of childlike curiosity and wonder, almost like a little girl. It was funny to think such a thing when she was two years older than I was, and I was merely eighteen years old. Her face was smooth and flawless like a perfect sculpture, and also as soft-looking as a rose petal. It was perfectly framed by her dark wavy black hair which stopped just below her delicate shoulders. I remember stroking that hair, how smoothly my fingers could pass through. How she looked back at me when I did it. How much just looking at her supple moist lips made me want to kiss them.

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She Seemed Innocent Enough